[Candidate] Ketoh Feb 11, 2008 19:44:53 GMT -5
Post by Shrimp on Feb 11, 2008 19:44:53 GMT -5
Fourteen Turns 
Fourteen Turns 
Hair: Silvery white.
Height: Five feet & eight inches.
Standing at a nice height of 5’8” Ketoh is clearly much taller than his half-brother, Hinuk, and by a good thirteen inches too. His hair is a silvery white mess, a rare gene passed down on his genetic code by his father. Hinuk also posses such gene, though it is receptive, and thus not shown on his appearance. His golden eyes, vibrant and luscious, are courtesy of his deceased mother.
His hair is always kept rather short, neck length at most, while some of his bangs can grow an inch or two longer than the rest. It’s often in a wild, I-just-got-out-of-bed look – though it isn’t as un-tamable as most boy hairs. If desired, Ketoh can brush and smooth it down to a more formal and somewhat mature look, yet this only happens in two occasions: a) a feast where he will meet girls, b) a date with a girl.
He’s not bilging with muscles, though Ketoh certainly has muscles mass in those lean arms of his – though his half-brother beats him when it comes to foot racing. Porting a slim, yet strong frame, Ketoh is often the target of many girls’ admirations and praises – and he isn’t one to let them go by. More skilled than Hinuk and combat, he always has his trusty dagger with him somewhere – a gift given to him by his father the night before he died.
A large scar runs through his chest, and accident with the same dagger he now carries. He survived, having been seven at the time he was sturdy enough to mange the blood loss and overcome surgery, though the scar would always remain to remind him how dangerous a dagger could truly be. It was this that actually drove him to like them more, up until the point where he was trained in their use, while Hinuk took on the swords. The scar is a good five inches ling and one wide at the center, spreading from just above his left nipple and down in a diagonal trajectory.
No words could ever be enough to describe Ketoh.
He can be anything you like, and anything you dislike as well. Smooth, suave, charming, caring, he knows how to be all of this – and fake them too, if needed. Lecherous, promiscuous, flirt, ladies’ man, he can be all of these as well – and enjoy it to the fullest. Needless to say, this here is no angel. As son of the caravan leader, he was got what he wanted whenever he... Of course, that was Until Hinuk came along.
A spoiled brat, in a way, Ketoh also has a quick temper – and can anger quite easily. However, calming him back down is always the hard part. Often he can be found competing with Hinuk, be it over who can do their chores better, racing or any other competition that might strike their fancy. When free, Ketoh can be found practicing his fighting skills with his dagger.
His favorite known color is the red, followed by creams and brown – as well as the vibrant gold and silver.
As son of the caravan leader, he was more than accustomed to getting whatever he wanted, when he wanted... Until the day Hinuk was born, when he was three.
Presented to him as his ‘cousin’, there was something about the boy Ketoh couldn’t quite place right while they grew. Soon he discovered he’d been right, over-hearing a night argument of his father and mother, in which the true identity of the strawberry blond boy was revealed. Hinuk was, in fact, his half-brother. Ketoh had been elated, he actually did have a brother! Still, his glee soon turned to scowls as his father begun to spoil the child more and more as he grew – up until the point where it seemed the leader preferred Hinuk over his own first-born son.
That’s when everything started going down-hill, Ketoh had been twelve at the time.
Around the same time Hinuk had received his scars by the Hold’s Watch-Wher, Ketoh had received a chest scar of his own when recklessly playing with his father’s dagger. He’d been seven at the time. He would have gotten into more trouble had he not been heavily injured, but the incident proved to be the source of motivation that later drove the silver haired boy to take on daggers as his main weapon. Thus, while Hinuk was trained in swords, Ketoh practiced day and night with daggers, both being taught by the caravan leader, their father. Up until then every one knew about Hinuk’s true origins, except the boy himself.
One night, after his half-brother beat him once more in a race the older lad babbled out at him in pure spite and revenge, giving Hinuk the truth behind his father for the first time. ”You're just a bastard son, born to that worthless woman! I don't even know why our father cares about you!” Hearing those words Hinuk had been shocked, running off into the woods for hours as the shock was slowly dismissed. A few hours later remorse had bitten at him, the male leaving camp to search for the younger lad. He might dislike and compete with him, though deep down they were brothers – and Ketoh couldn’t just let half of his blood wander around aimlessly in the woods at night. It was too dangerous.
He searched and searched, but it was in vain, so he had returned to the camp sight. Perhaps Hinuk was already back. Still, as he neared the place the stench of blood and death reached him, the boy sprung the rest of the way. When he arrived the sight of slaughter greeted him. Every member was dead, save his missing half-brother and himself. No sooner than Hinuk was found by a Green, a Blue pair found Ketoh a few days after. This one was old enough to stand, and so he would, though Blue and Rider would have never known just what kind of emotions Ketoh’s arrival would cause on the younger Hinuk. Now they were together once more, truth of their shared blood revealed, and with a clutch on the sands.
Preferably Brown, though any is ok.
Preferably Brown, though any is ok.